Garbage Gal
Today we have a guest post from a regular reader Myrle. There are a milion stories out there; share yours here. And thanks Myrle.
Thursday: Got on the train this morning, angling for a coveted seat, when I spotted an empty row with a bag on it. A homeless woman was across the aisle with another bag, so I figured it was hers. She didn't say anything when I went to move it.
Over just a few seconds, I gingerly grabbed the edges of the bag, noticed it was very tattered and looked full of papers. As I lifted it I was surprised by its weight, then noticed it was full of dirty, empty food containers.
Carefully hoarded garbage.
I put it on the floor, checked the seat, sat down. Then hit by a wave of disgust at having touched the bag of garbage and the smell of the homeless woman, I decided that a seat at the other end of the train was looking pretty good and made a hasty retreat.
I washed my hands repeatedly the moment I arrived at work.
Next time I'll stand.
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